A few days had passed since they decided to make the visit to the adoption center, but they left the profiles on the kitchen counter, untouched. It had been a decision they had been mulling over for months, going back and forth about whether they were ready to do this. The death of their son had left such a dark void in their lives, and there were moments when Santana wasn't even sure they were going to make it through together. But all she had was him, and they both lost the same thing. If anyone could understand the pain, it was him. As difficult as the experience was, they allowed themselves to grow closer because of it rather than push each other apart. That was how she knew this was the man she wanted a family with.
Nothing could ever replace that loss, but a couple years later, Santana was ready to move forward. She picked up the folders with the potential children that needed homes and brought them over to the couch. She plopped down next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder and setting the folders on her lap. She gripped them tightly, allowing a heavy sigh to escape her as she looked at them. "Ready?
" she asks, turning her head to kiss his shoulder. "You take the first pick.
" She lifts the folders and fans them out, allowing him to choose any one at random.